I feel like it's my fault that Will is in the hospital.
I sit up and fall back down. I feel dizzy. I remember the dream I had and throw up. When I see throw up, I throw up more.
My dad comes in. "Yeah" he says. "You're not going to school today. I'll call Aunt Marge."
Marge comes half an hour later. I'm glad I don't have to go to school today.
I keep throwing up. I think about Will. I call his house.
"Hello" his mom says.
"Hi Mrs. Smith. It's Rowan. I was just wondering if you know anything of how Will us doing?"
"He's doing fine" she says sweetly. "The doctor says his breathing is back to normal and can come out by tomorrow. They just attached some breathing tube and he's good as new."
I sigh. "That's great. Thank you for telling me."
"No problem dear."
We hang up. At least I get to see Will soon.
A memory of seeing Will suffocate. If he had an anxiety attack because he had a dream of me killing myself does it mean it's my fault?
I shake my head to get the thought out. I don't need to make matters worse.
I fall asleep some more, and more, and more until the next morning. I feel like something bad is going to happen. Something that I'm going to regret.
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Alone
Teen FictionTRIGGER WARNING THIS BOOK IS ABOUT BULLYING How can one moment everything is perfect and the next your whole world is falling apart? How can you have the whole school on your side and then with the snap of a finger all against you? "Am I done?" "Is...
